The zombie apocyalpse had started just 8 months ago and you and bakugou had fought along side each other through it not knowing where everyone else was, honestly it was sad, watching your love ones die in front of you, or having to make hard decisions like saving yourself, or someone else.

Friday, 2:37 AM, you and him were walking through a abandoned wallmart, mostly looking for a place to sleep, he had a backpack on him, carrying mostly food and drinks which were room temperature but it's better than nothing. He wore black clothing, a black tank top which showe off his muscular arms, black sweat pants which were kinda baggy, he had a pistol attached to his belt, just in case of a emergency, even though he didn't want to admit that, he knew it was a good idea.